Monday, July 13, 2009

Je Suis Malade

As usual, the divine Dalida nails it. Je suis en fait malade - complètement, parfaitement. Bugger.

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  1. It's the shock, perhaps, of finding yourself — no longer in Amsterdam, Berlin, &c &c.

    Feel better soon!

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  2. pauvre cher! prendre beaucoup de liquides, de repos et de faire bien plus rapidement!

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  3. You must take care of yourself! The world needs you! Take care, drinks lots of fluids (Bombay counts, I think) and recover soon!

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  4. I'm so sorry to hear you're not feeling all yourself. Go read The Honourable Lucia and see if that doesn't just buck you right up.

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  5. mix 2 Midol, some amphetamines and a Valium in a tiny tumbler of gin and muddled limes and you'll be better in no time.

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  6. Ah, such good wishes and excellent suggestions!

    I'm whiling away my time with a very light Marksparky cocktail while reveling once more, thanks to Peenee, in the War of the Chintz Roses. Perhaps there's something quite pleasant about a sick day?

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